John Woolrich
MALICIOUS OBSERVER
They blew up a flag behind his head and it was cutely bled to dwarf
and finally dominate his victims faceless as a man can get
Cut from a cruel pirouette
As doctors in their butcher's best are left to clear away the rest
where are the eyes that smile
The lips?
He used to swear or for furtive kissing
As tongues now spill of fingers held and every thing else missing
Then heads of state are pasted in
To save what's left of childhood with grim nursery songs and simpering
Console with dreams of vengeance the deluded and the dim
Over night fresh meat arrives displacing that shocking definition
So much for that boast of a wanted poster
Hung in cynical exhibition
To be so feeble minded in this world of educated bombs
With a crude montage of messages
That reduce us all to peeping toms
May not have taken away his life as such may not have stolen his breath
But it tore away all that was left and doubled up his death.